The hidden billionaire heiress (Lyra Melvin) novel Chapter 166

Lyra pursed her lips, and her cold eyes stared at Melvin's back in the hut, but said nothing.

Anthony followed her gaze, looking into the hut. He slightly lowered the pair of blue eyes, and smiled evilly and recklessly.

"Lyra, how about we play a fun game?"

"What?"

Lyra looked back at him and suddenly had a bad feeling in her heart from the look on his face.

Anthony didn't answer and gently raised his hand.

His man understood and quickly approached the hut.

In the hut.

Charlotte cried and felt regretful.

"Melvin, I don't want to die here and I don't want to be sent back to prison. Can you help me? What do you want to ask? I'll tell you everything I know. As long as you can give me a sum of money and then send me out of the country, I promise never to bother you again, never back to Crana!"

Melvin was silent and his tone was cold, "That depends on how much you know and whether it's worth the money I'm paying."

"Okay, I'll tell you what you want to know. I'll tell you everything!"

She stood up trembling with her hand on the ground. As she just straightened, she suddenly heard a "whoosh" in her ears, a very soft sound.

Immediately after, feeling a slight tingle from the side of the neck, she reached out and touched subconsciously. There was a strange matter on her neck.

Removing it from the neck, she found it was a tube of needle smaller than a pinky finger.

Charlotte was baffled.

Melvin saw the empty tube in her hand, and abruptly wrinkled his brows. He turned his head to look out the window, and there was an extremely fast figure flashing by.

"Chad."

He called out and there was no response from outside the hut.

And Charlotte's face gradually turned numb. Her pupils instantly filled with red blood and pained for two seconds.

Immediately after, her scarlet eyes lifted up, glaring at Melvin with hatred, "Do you really think I will tell you? You're dreaming! If it's not easy for me, it won't be easy for you and that bitch Lyra! I'll kill you first, and then let her accompany with you soon!"

She grimaced, let out a piercing scream, gritted her teeth and lunged at Melvin with great speed.

Like a beast in her body was aroused, her eyes emerged with killing intent, vowing to tear him apart on the spot.

Melvin sidestepped sharply, not allowing Charlotte to touch even a piece of his coat.

The situation in the hut was very chaotic for a while.

...

Lyra saw the state of Charlotte and glared at Anthony.

"What did you do?"

Anthony laughed, "Recently the agency has developed a new special drug called 545. It can enhance the evil in the heart of the person who is drugged. The person will become a beast with multiplied aggression. The beast wants to tear abd wants to see blood. If not satisfied in time, the person will die of a burst heart."

"This drug has only been tested on animals so far. Charlotte is a escaped prisoner. Even if she is sent back to prison, what awaits her is a life in purgatory. It would be better to take her for a test so that she can die in the right path."

Lyra stared at him incredulously.

After seven years of absence, Anthony was far more ruthless and venomous than she had imagined.

Underneath this handsome and heavenly-looking skin, was a soul that has been twisted?

What had he been through in the past seven years?

"Unbelievable, you're the Anthony I once knew."

Anthony's expression was light, and when he looked directly at her, those blue eyes carried a strong possessive shimmer.

He smiled lightly, took out a revolver from the back of his uniform, moved quickly to load a bullet and handed it to Lyra.

Lyra glanced down with a stony expression, "What does that mean?"

"Lyra, with your canary's stamina, he won't last five minutes. So you can choose to stand by and watch this woman torture him to death in an extremely bloody and cruel way, as a punishment for him."

He paused slightly and continued, "Or how about you use this revolver with only one bullet in it and kill the woman inside.Or, how about you kill your disobedient canary yourself and make it quick?"

Lyra's pupils were slightly stunned, staring at him incredulously.

"You're just crazy!"

Anthony smiled with brilliant eyes and said indifferently, "It's just an outlaw and your manservant inside. He is just a pet. You can change one if he doesn't listen to you."

Lyra ground her teeth and coldly locked her eyes on him, "That's my guy. It's not your turn to make a decision."

With an innocent look on his face, he moved the gun in his hand and inched himself toward her, "Sure, so that choice is up to you."

Lyra, with a serious face, glanced around the hut. Melvin was still dodging and determined not to let Charlotte touch him.

But Chad was detached by Anthony's men, he was isolated, and there was no escape if he continued.

Lyra wrinkled her eyebrows, "I prefer not to choose either!"

Finishing her words, she made a move to rush into the hut. Anthony was quick to clutch her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

Her eyes were fierce and she backhanded Anthony and slapped him in the face.

Anthony did not dodge but bore her anger. He was still smiling, "You can slap me, but I will not let you in. The 545 will make her go crazy and uncontrollable. I can not put you in danger, so you can only shoot with a gun."

Lyra looked at him angrily, "I won't use it."

"You will, your marksmanship is still taught by me personally in the past. Let me see if your marksmanship has regressed."

Anthony passed the revolver in his hand and got closer to her, "If you hesitate any longer, your little pet won't be able to hold on."

Lyra's eyes moved and she hurriedly looked into the hut.

Inside the hut, Melvin gradually felt strenuous, and was somewhat unable to keep his speed.

On the contrary, Charlotte was like being invigorated. She was really excited and bloodthirsty.

He quickly looked around the hut to see if there were any tools at hand. Then he glanced at the bowl on a wooden table. He dodged over and smashed the bowl heavily on the corner of the table.

The bowl was falling apart.

As he was doing this, Charlotte screamed and rushed towards him, which was incredibly fast.

He reacted almost instinctively to dodge to the side, but because he couldn't keep up physically, he was a tiny bit slower and his jacket was cut by Charlotte's nails.

Melvin looked down at the torn marks on his chest, and with disgust flashing in his mind, he took off his jacket on the spot and threw it at Charlotte's face.

Charlotte's eyes were bloodthirsty and murderous. It was like she couldn't find a vent for her pain. She tore the jacket he threw at her viciously, lunging at him again.

Melvin was pushed back and suddenly heard a sound coming from the locked door which was kicked open.

He turned back and saw that it was Lyra.

Her brows were furrowed and her expression was solemn. And she was holding a revolver in her hand, the muzzle of which pointing coldly at him.

This image made Melvin's heart suddenly sting.

The nightmare he had in the car when he came over was still clearly engraved in his mind, and he didn't expect it to be true.

"Lyra, don't ..."

He shouted softly. His voice was shaking slightly, vaguely with praying.

However, Lyra's hand holding the gun did not move, and suddenly her eyes glazed over and she pulled the trigger decisively at him.

He smiled self-deprecatingly. Standing and not hiding, he was resigned to close his eyes.

Bang--

A loud and deafening sound.